It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

Sun Ya frowned and looked at Wang Sicheng.

Her professionalism prevented her from rolling her eyes on the spot, but her tone had already turned cold.

"Of course it's true. Mr. Chen is our most distinguished owner in our residence. He bought one of the penthouse units and just moved in today."

"The king of buildings?" Wang Sicheng's lips twitched.

"Yes. Building 15, 337 square meters, south-facing with a lake view, there are only six units in the entire complex, and the current market price is around 12 million."

The air became completely still.

Wang Sicheng stood there, his expression changing from anger to astonishment, and then from astonishment to disbelief.

He lives in Building 16 of this community. It's an ordinary building, 180 square meters, and he took out a loan when he bought it.

He had always known that Building 15 was the most desirable building, but he never imagined that one day, the person he looked down on the most would live there.

Some unpleasant thoughts surged in his mind.

[Damn it, just moved in? What does that mean? Why did he buy this place right around the time my son's one-month celebration? And he even gave a 20,000 yuan gift?]

Could it be that my child is really his? Has Zhao Siman been having an affair with him all along?

Zhao Siman stood by the car, holding her child, her face also filled with shock.

She looked at Chen Mo's profile.

This person is completely different from five years ago.

Five years ago, he was somewhat insecure.

He now stood calmly among a group of security guards and managers.

Her heart was also unsettled.

Why did he buy this place? Could it be... that he still has feelings for me?

[He's made a fortune, so he's coming to see me? Did he deliberately give a 20,000 yuan wedding gift to make Wang Sicheng suspect the child?]

[This person, whom I haven't contacted for five or six years, suddenly becomes like this? Is it revenge for my unilateral breakup back then?]

The students next to them finally snapped out of their shock.

Old Zhou snapped his jaw back to reality and muttered under his breath, "Holy crap, twelve million? Did Chen Mo strike gold?"

"Even if you found a mine, it wouldn't be this amazing... That's twelve million, Mr. Building King."

Someone nudged Zhang Wei, whose face had already turned green. He shrank back in the crowd and remained silent.

"Everyone," Chen Mo nodded to Lao Zhou and the others, "I'll take my leave now."

He turned and walked into the residential area.

Sun Ya and Qin Qing followed on either side of them, while the security guards stayed behind to control the crew-cut men.

Wang Sicheng watched his retreating figure, clenching his fists, but couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Mo returned to 1801 and closed the door.

I walked to the sofa, sat down, and leaned back against the backrest.

My phone vibrated.

In the university classmates' group chat, Lao Zhou sent a message.

"Brothers, I saw it with my own eyes today. Chen Mo has struck it rich. He bought the king-of-the-line building in Xiangsi Lake Residence, 337 square meters, for 12 million."

"He came to the Xiangsi Lake Hotel today because he happened to be staying there. He ran into Sicheng's child's one-month celebration and gave a gift of 20,000 yuan. As a result, Zhang Wei recognized him and started shouting... Sicheng even called people to block him, and the scene was very ugly at one point."

Soon, the group chat exploded.

"Holy crap??? A 12 million dollar 'king of the building'???"

"What kind of business is Chen Mo in? Hey, bring the guys along!"

"Wait, is that the point? They came secretly and even gave a gift of 20,000 yuan."

"Tsk tsk, why did they come secretly? And they even gave 20,000 yuan as a gift? Holy crap, no way? It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?"

At this moment, Wang Sicheng sent a long voice message.

"Damn it, if anyone dares to say another word, I'm not done with them. That Chen Mo is just here to disgust me. I thanked him for the 20,000, okay? Shut up, all of you!"

The group chat went silent instantly.

One message after another was retracted.

In the end, only Wang Sicheng's few voice messages remained, hanging forlornly in the chat history.

Chen Mo looked at the screen and smiled.

He pressed the record button, cleared his throat, and spoke in a low, melancholic voice.

"I was just passing by today. I stayed at the Xiangsi Lake Hotel last night and found out it was the full moon celebration for Sicheng and Siman's son. I took a look out of curiosity and was spotted by Zhang Wei, so I gave him 20,000 yuan as a gift. Please don't misunderstand."

He paused for a moment, then spoke in a softer tone.

Five years ago, Siman changed her phone number and disappeared unilaterally. I haven't been in contact with her since graduation, so her child can't be mine. Everyone, please stop speculating.

His words only made things worse, as they seemed to imply that he was trying to cover something up.

Sure enough, the group chat exploded again.

A series of "peeping" emojis.

A series of "amazed" emojis.

A series of "I understand" emojis.

He sent a message to the south.

"I can vouch for Chen Mo. He definitely has no contact with Zhao Siman. He came to me for drinks last night, and I mentioned it to him. That's when he found out that Zhao Siman married Wang Sicheng. Stop making wild guesses. That idiot was depressed for several years because of this."

The group chat erupted in a series of exclamations and "I see" responses.

The wind direction has completely changed.

"Chen Mo, I admire you. You're so devoted... You just glanced at me and left, yet you still gave me 20,000 yuan. I'm impressed."

"Zhang Wei, you get out here and take your anger out on me! This is all your fault. If you hadn't yelled, none of this would have happened today."

"@Zhang Wei, come out and take your beating."

"Chen Mo, I have a younger sister who's single. How about becoming my brother-in-law?"

"Chen Mo, my wife's younger sister is also single. Would you like to consider it?"

Chen Mo looked at the screen, his smile growing wider and wider.

Then, Zhao Siman sent a message.

very short.

"Shut up."

The group chat went silent instantly.

No one dared to speak.

A few seconds later, Zhao Siman sent another message, this time a text message, not a voice message.

"Chen Mo, I know that I broke up with you unilaterally back then, and now you're taking revenge on me. I understand, and I want to say sorry to you."

"But back then, because we were in a long-distance relationship, our feelings for each other faded and we eventually had to break up, so I chose to change my number."

"Wang Sicheng and I are in a good relationship now, so please stop sending me any more messages to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

One second passed.

A money transfer bonus popped up.

Twenty thousand.

The group chat went completely silent.

Chen Mo stared at the transfer red envelope on the screen, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

They have a good relationship?

Wang Sicheng is impotent, so how good can their relationship be?

They're probably making a huge scene at home now.

He accepted the red envelope.

The 20,000 yuan was returned to the account.

He pressed the record button, his voice low and slow, tinged with a hint of hoarseness and sorrow.

"Siman, I'm sorry. I just wanted to take a quick look, just one look. That's why I wore a mask. I didn't expect Zhang Wei to recognize me and shout at me. I hope this has caused you trouble. I wish you and Wang Sicheng... a long and happy marriage."

Let go.

send.

The group chat fell silent again.

Then Xiang Nan sent seven or eight angry emojis in a row.

"@Zhao Siman, you've gone too far! Don't fucking bully honest people!"

Xiang Nan's voice message exploded in the group chat: "Chen Mo just went to take a look and gave up. Zhang Wei is Wang Sicheng's lackey, deliberately trying to embarrass him! How the hell can Chen Mo be blamed for this?"

Someone chimed in, "That's right, and Wang Sicheng even hired five thugs to gang up on Chen Mo. If Chen Mo hadn't been so skilled, he would have been crippled."

"Damn it!" Xiang Nan sent another voice message, "Wang Sicheng, you son of a bitch! Trying to outdo each other in terms of who has more brothers? Once I recover, you'll be the first one I settle the score with!"

The counselor in the group finally spoke up, posting a heartfelt message.

"Alright, alright, we're all classmates, let's clear up the misunderstanding. We're all thirty years old, don't let such a small thing ruin our relationship. Sicheng, don't be too impulsive, Siman, don't be too sensitive, and Chen Mo didn't mean any harm. Let's all take a step back."

The group chat finally quieted down.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

Hey, I got the 20,000 back.

There must be a rift between Wang Sicheng and Zhao Siman.

They should raise the children themselves.

comfortable.

Just then, my phone vibrated again.

A private chat with Xiang Nan.

"Damn, you really can't let go of Zhao Siman, but it's time to let go now. Come over for a drink tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk."

"Also, just now, I told Xiaotong about you, and she felt really sorry for you. She's become interested in you, so don't let me down. I've decided you're my rich brother-in-law."